Lost Me Gained Regret

As soon as we entered, one of the men led us up a staircase without any railings. Looking up, I saw a middle-aged man with a fierce face, sitting with his leg crossed on a chair, and next to him, Ramona, still

unconscious and tied up!

"Ramona!" I hurried towards her.

Her frail body couldn't withstand such rough handling!

But before I could get close, a gun was pressed against my temple as a warning.

"Jack!"

The middle-aged man, who previously seemed uninterested, now looked somewhat apprehensive. He slowly uncrossed his legs and smiled, "What are you doing? Ms. Webster is just worried about her grandma. No need to draw guns."

"Understood."

The gun was withdrawn from my head.

a chill run down my spine. Despite

Webster, are you afraid of

came because you asked

straight to the point, "How can we make sure Ramona is

good question." Kane seemed genuinely entertained. "How

Click-

his handgun squarely at Kane, his expression determined and stern,

but then he changed his tone, flicked the ash off his cigar, and looked at me. "Ms. Webster, no

down Mark's gun-bearing hand, asking, "What

"The will of Ramona."

what's your relation

inquire about the will to get their hands on the Myers

will right off the bat, if it

snuffing out his cigar, and stood up, clapping his hands as he walked towards me, his warning cold and menacing, "Ms. Webster, don't ask questions

mine, and we're

don't know the contents of Ramona's will. I